I am a verbal painter.
Paint pictures with my words.
They can be the prettiest pictures ,
That you have ever heard.
My pallet is the keyboard,
My brush are the keys.
What you read in your mind
Is the picture that you see.
I can paint happy,
I can paint blue.
How you read the painting,
Is entirety up to you.
I have painted Rembrandt''s
Picasso’s and Renior's
Even painted one or two
That have left some scars.
I have painted pictures
Of ladies in distress.
One I painted too much
Left me really in a mess.
I have painted sadness,
Loves that have been lost.
Even wrote one painting
And love it did ME cost .
For once words are written
The picture has been formed .
You can 't change the color.
That I wish I was forewarned.
But I will keep on painting
With words that I do find.
And hope they paint a picture
Be it only in your mind.